Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Japan,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.